Apr 21
Looking for a window.
Cats: miscellanea|There’s a cliche about when a door closes a window opens somewhere.
I’m looking for my window.
I’m sort of at that paralyzed point where I have to decide what direction I’m going. It’s just made slightly more difficult since there are other factors that influence the final decision.
I hate waiting around on decisions by other people. I REALLY hate being beholden to other people.
And I despise not being able to follow my heart.
I’m really looking forward to finding my window and letting in some clean, fresh air, so I can stop shuffling along the wall with my hands blindly searching for it.
But at least I’m not hurling myself entirely against the wall anymore. So that’s good.
Yup.




